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[Thread] Fear Her
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traveling_rose) and the Master (sinister_charm)
What: Rose vs the Master cos he went and broke Ten's rib and left her with a second battered Time Lord to care for, argh!
When: after this post (afternoon-ish, June 25)
Where: 1920 ---> 207 ---> outside ---> and all back again
Rating: R to be safe for now (hello violence and pissed off people)
The Master's replies to her entry only fueled her desire to at the very least beat on his face some and give HIM a broken rib to nurse. She had honestly and truly had enough. Couldn't their piss-offs be with just words for once? No, that'd be asking too much of the Master. And he wanted to be the better man. That just would never happen.
She looked down at the Tenth Doctor, now in a sort of fitful, pained sleep. The sight reminded her of when he had regenerated. It had taken her some time, and put him through more pain than she wanted to think about, just to get his torso wrapped up and him lying back in bed next to a still unconscious Ninth Doctor. She sighed. Good thing he had given her a key to the room. She now had to be Nurse Tyler to both her Doctors.
It was just all wrong, so very very wrong.
Rose took a deep breath and temporarily calmed the storm within her so she could concentrate on gently checking the Ninth Doctor's vitals. One crushed, the other beaten.
Definitely not her week.
Vitals check done she gently pulled a blanket over the two of them and stepped quietly away from the bed. If they knew what she was going to head off and do they'd do more than just blow their tops.
In her time at the castle she had figured out that it took requests whether spoken out loud or thought about. Perfect, considering she knew they wouldn't like hearing her requests.
A katana. The castle produced one that looked like a near exact replica of the one she had last held in her hands. Fine by her considering she was giving that fucking bastard a repeat performance and all.
A fully-loaded handgun small enough so she could conceal it well enough under her red hoodie. An extra round of bullets to be concealed in a pocket.
That left her with one thing - a failsafe in case things went downhill. She looked back to the sleeping Doctors, katana casually held in one hand with the tip resting on the floor. They couldn't save her this time if needed. She knew they would hate her plan. They had after all stopped her the first time she tried to do it.
She knew her final request to the castle would be carried out, as usual. One very large truck and a thick chain with a hook would be waiting outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Only this truck she specifically asked to be voice activated so she could rip open the console with no help. She knew the castle would provide a truck like that as it provided them everything - except what they originally lost and a way home.
That settled she headed toward the door and was about to leave before she stopped and looked back to the Doctors again. She leaned the katana against the wall and went over to them.
Hopefully she didn't die. They needed someone to take care of them. Hold their hands.
She leaned over and first kissed the Ninth Doctor on the forehead, and then the Tenth.
She didn't look back again as she went to the door, got the katana and stepped outside to lock the door with her key. At least they'd be safe for now.
Katana in hand she headed to the elevator. No sense in going down all those flights to the second floor.
He was waiting after all.
traveling_rose) and the Master (sinister_charm)What: Rose vs the Master cos he went and broke Ten's rib and left her with a second battered Time Lord to care for, argh!
When: after this post (afternoon-ish, June 25)
Where: 1920 ---> 207 ---> outside ---> and all back again
Rating: R to be safe for now (hello violence and pissed off people)
The Master's replies to her entry only fueled her desire to at the very least beat on his face some and give HIM a broken rib to nurse. She had honestly and truly had enough. Couldn't their piss-offs be with just words for once? No, that'd be asking too much of the Master. And he wanted to be the better man. That just would never happen.
She looked down at the Tenth Doctor, now in a sort of fitful, pained sleep. The sight reminded her of when he had regenerated. It had taken her some time, and put him through more pain than she wanted to think about, just to get his torso wrapped up and him lying back in bed next to a still unconscious Ninth Doctor. She sighed. Good thing he had given her a key to the room. She now had to be Nurse Tyler to both her Doctors.
It was just all wrong, so very very wrong.
Rose took a deep breath and temporarily calmed the storm within her so she could concentrate on gently checking the Ninth Doctor's vitals. One crushed, the other beaten.
Definitely not her week.
Vitals check done she gently pulled a blanket over the two of them and stepped quietly away from the bed. If they knew what she was going to head off and do they'd do more than just blow their tops.
In her time at the castle she had figured out that it took requests whether spoken out loud or thought about. Perfect, considering she knew they wouldn't like hearing her requests.
A katana. The castle produced one that looked like a near exact replica of the one she had last held in her hands. Fine by her considering she was giving that fucking bastard a repeat performance and all.
A fully-loaded handgun small enough so she could conceal it well enough under her red hoodie. An extra round of bullets to be concealed in a pocket.
That left her with one thing - a failsafe in case things went downhill. She looked back to the sleeping Doctors, katana casually held in one hand with the tip resting on the floor. They couldn't save her this time if needed. She knew they would hate her plan. They had after all stopped her the first time she tried to do it.
She knew her final request to the castle would be carried out, as usual. One very large truck and a thick chain with a hook would be waiting outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Only this truck she specifically asked to be voice activated so she could rip open the console with no help. She knew the castle would provide a truck like that as it provided them everything - except what they originally lost and a way home.
That settled she headed toward the door and was about to leave before she stopped and looked back to the Doctors again. She leaned the katana against the wall and went over to them.
Hopefully she didn't die. They needed someone to take care of them. Hold their hands.
She leaned over and first kissed the Ninth Doctor on the forehead, and then the Tenth.
She didn't look back again as she went to the door, got the katana and stepped outside to lock the door with her key. At least they'd be safe for now.
Katana in hand she headed to the elevator. No sense in going down all those flights to the second floor.
He was waiting after all.
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It slid off, and he fell to his hands and knees painfully. Grass and dirt pressed up against a still fresh and still bleeding wound. His broken rib ground in his chest.
Existance was pain.
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It was time he did. And the Bad Wolf could do it.
Another shift in her hand and the mental assault increased.
"This is madness. You will never again do this to the Doctor. You will remember exactly how this feels long after this moment has passed on into time and space."
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He screamed, "GET OUT!"
It was easy to get in. In fact, the first push got her there, to the broken, barely held together mindscape that he had. Warped and twisted with madness and insanity - shattered before and pieced back together with chunks missing.
It hurt. It hurt. That was all he could think about. It hurt.
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Payback was never a good thing when Bad Wolf was orchestrating it.
Her raised hand dropped slightly. All this power being used was finally starting to slowly take its toll. Words from her own past, what small past the Bad Wolf itself had, came floating back.
You've got the entire vortex running through your head. You're gonna burn. ... Rose, you've done it. Now stop. Just let go.
Her hand finally dropped and the mental assault stopped. The Bad Wolf looked to the Master, more tears slipping down her cheek at the memory of her Doctor's voice, and the pain that was starting to trickle into her own mind.
"Get away. GO!"
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The Master could feel nothing besides the pain in his head. For a while, he was certain he could hear nothing but his own pained screams.
Then someone telling him to go. Go? Where? He wasn't sure where he was now. He wasn't even sure who this person was, telling him to go. He didn't even remember who he was!
But he painfully complied, feeling a sort of... strange sense that he ought to get away, or something bad might happen - even though he was certain he was dying. He got to his feet as best he could and weakly stumbled away, his face contorted with fear and pain. He didn't get too far before he had to stop and thrash about, which caused him to almost collapsed. Once it passed, he continued, shakingly, away.
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Rose, you've done it. Now stop. Just let go.
The words kept repeating in her head, like some strange mantra, telling her what to do. Let go. She dematerialized and rematerialized next to the console, TARDIS doors slamming shut behind her once again. She saw the gun still on the console floor, raised her hand and it disappeared, but that last use of power had done it. The human form had taken all it could. The mind burned and shut down, desperate to save itself and the body of Rose Tyler fell to the floor, ending the Bad Wolf's second corporeal appearance in time and space.
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Rose felt lost. There was singing and nothing else. It would have been comforting, like a lullaby, if it hadn't made her feel sad. Like it was singing of a lost world, a lonely god. She listened, unable to move.
She was breathing deeply without knowing it. No one was around to save her this time. But she would not die now. It had been seen by the Bad Wolf.
The Time Vortex flowed out of her, each exhale serving to push it along to the TARDIS console until finally there was no more and the console closed itself.